All that is left is an awful awareness the coveted goal, vanishing silent. A castle so vast, not even one brick, can face the imposing breath of the wind. Certainty, answer is the illusion, folly is the moltitude of the cases, geometry has been torn up by chaos. Transparent image that covers the stain an inlaid crystal, a painful experience: to gaze at the veil removed with the fatal illusion that there is an opening through which you're to find the device of the mind. So why is there sorrow, and why happiness? What is the sense of this journey? Unless...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
